Wakanda was rich in rare vibranium. If it could become an allied nation, it would greatly benefit the Wizarding Kingdom's development.
Even if it did not, the Wizarding Kingdom had alternatives.
Percy walked out of the hospital and spotted Natasha.
He headed toward her, gradually vanishing from sight.
The Disillusionment Charm.
Natasha did not see the Minister for Magic walking right past her.
She merely felt as though something was in front of her.
She reached out and grasped at the air, but touched nothing.
The people sent by the Wizarding Kingdom are nowhere to be found, Natasha thought. Judging by that Minister's attitude, the Silencers will pose a serious threat.
Natasha hoped she could persuade Percy to have those people use gentler methods for the time being.
Unfortunately, she was destined to wait in vain for Percy.
"Cut off one head, and two more will grow."
A singsong voice rang out in the dim room.
Having disguised himself as a psychiatrist to get the information he wanted from Bucky, the man hummed a tune and propped his leather-shod feet on the desk.
He looked perfectly at ease, as though vacationing on a bikini beach.
Corpses surrounded him, their deaths taking all manner of bizarre forms.
He took a red codebook from the hand of a dead woman wearing a Hydra badge and flipped through it, his eyes fathomless. "Make magic greater."
"The Winter Soldier experimental base in Siberia."
"Heh."
Lowering his feet from the desk, he turned his gaze to the footage playing on an old computer.
Beside a crashed car, the Winter Soldier walked up and dragged a white-haired old man out of it.
Howard Stark.
Beneath that metal arm, the frail, elderly Howard was brutally beaten to death.
Until his final breath, he begged for his